bathedinfire is in range
"It seems we’ve somehow shared contact information. Who is this?"
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bathedinfire is in range
"It seems we’ve somehow shared contact information. Who is this?"
Another Late Night Greeter
It was one of those evenings where Blurr really wanted nothing more than to unwind for a bit- his day at the bar having been more stressful than usual. What better way to relax than to send out an open signal to anyone listening?
He could always use someone to talk to.
::Blurr here- anybot out there in need of some talkative entertainment?::
Bathedinfire has found you
Hot Rod was walking around, holding a map in front of him. He was trying to figure out where he was since his navigation system was malfunctioning.
Don't chase the rabbit.
[There were two mechs were cuddling, one of them slightly bigger than the other. Their biolights and optics glowed faintly in the dark as they reveled in each other's comforting warmth.]
I love you, Brontide. [Said one of them, pressing a kiss to the other's chevron.]
...I love you too... [Brontide smiled softly, holding his lover close.]
OOC
((I have so many followers that I owe greetings to but I can barely type up so much right now DDDDDD=))
((Let me know if any of you want a starter and I'll type up one once I have time! I normally try to do these right away but I'm getting slower and slower with these...))
bathedinfire started following you
Bending down to pick up a wrench, he was startled to see someone there when he straightened up. "Hello?" he greeted.
☣ bathedinfire ☣
Sand, sand, and more sand. That was all that filled his field of vision. He hated the stuff, it got in his joints and ground against the hunter's sleek parts. It did not slow him down, but only served to irritate him. Grunting as he tried to move quicker, Lockdown followed the signals he was tracking.
welcome bathedinfire
Good evening, hope you're well.